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Origin had to hand it to Glacier in that she knew the deficits of having a lightning bug butt. She could not withhold a laugh at the thought of her friend with one and lowered herself slowly. The fireflies left their perches as she slid down into the grass on her back, one arm behind her head...

Origin giggled in answer, careful to not move as the fireflies performed their landing maneuvers. In a few seconds a fair number were on her. She raised a finger to draw up one walking on her arm and raised her hand, successful. "They are very helpful creatures, a part of life's great dance...

Pestering about Glacier's potential injuries proved to be stonewalled at every turn, and Origin, feeling that she was mother-henning too much as well, stared into the growing gloom. The night sky along with the wind's whipping of the OceanSide grasslands inspired a beauty that day hours could...

Surprised to not see her anywhere, Origin looked about for her new friend, but did not have to wait for too long. Glacier appeared to have come out of thin air. "Let go?" Vitalia considered the drop below worriedly. That was a jutting cliffside facing the ocean, with gnawing, crashing waves...

Before the clinking of glasses, Origin was of course grateful for Glacier's offer, but was uncertain about it. A militant teaching a pacifist was a peculiarity, sure -- she was open to such potential -- but was it even possible that with enough training she could lift herself and her heavy...

Origin felt joyful about Glacier's comments on the food as she too dug in, listening with great yearning. Flight sounded like a wonderful release from the ground and life in general with nothing but air around her. Even if Glacier was blaisé in her actions, the words tasted as wonderfully as...

Vitalia poked at the greens of her salad distractedly as her dragon wings swayed limply behind her. "Well, to be honest, the nature magic is what inhibits us from flying. Boiling everything down, our shells keep us tethered to the ground. The only way to be able to fly, I have heard, is to...

Origin's heart sank when Glacier mentioned that she wanted to join the war, but she nodded anyway. What could she expect? The mountain dragon was a warrior at heart and admirable in her physical prowess. The war would only benefit from her, but would she benefit from it, especially with a...

Origin paused to analyse her guest before slipping off to deliver a cup of water. The girl before her was probably contemplating her own situation, or perhaps was intrigued by the oil painting of two nature dragons sitting for a portrait. The male of the duo was gnarled by age and weaving roots...

Origin could not help herself from tittering at the description of a barracks. Such an onslaught of masculinity was bound to have a few shouts and clashes of weapons, and it was a marvel to her that someone like Glacier would put up with it enough to live there rather than take to a new...

Had Vitalia witnessed the crackling and popping of Glacier's back, she would have been impressed by the hardiness of the mountain dragon girl and respected her ability to take the injury without complaining, but she would have also been likely to have tried to send her home. She was still quite...

Puffing out a sigh of relief, Origin backed down from the guard with whom she had a beef and turned to face her hand cart. The wheel had come off entirely, and with it part of the knobbly axle. The entire axle will have to be replaced, and that meant going to a craftsman to replace it, or at...

Origin stared icy daggers at the rogue guard as he assessed Glacier, holding her by the face. She did not know if they had history or anything, but she doubted it. The guard appeared to merely knew one thing and that was how to antagonise, and she would not fall for it. She would not. Or so...

Origin thought about it for a moment, stock-still next to the terrarium, then nodded. Perhaps Rivetta would be better given a silent approach, but her company would be missed, and she did not want to hurt the relationship they had already over hurt feelings. Still, she would give it some...

Rivetta cast a glance back at the sound of obscenities, then chuckled at the sight of a tripped-up Glacier. This was not the first time anybody had nearly fallen in this backroom. The low light of the back room made the floor rife with dangers underfoot. "Hmm, tough to answer those questions...

Origin seemed affronted at first, but her eyes calmed at the sight of seeing the pain on Glacier's face. She continued pruning at the overgrowth of gosling neck, the plant overdue of trimming just by a few days. She would keep the clippings, as the leaves had some medicinal value...

Origin nodded hesitantly in response to the question directed at her. She was impressed by Glacier's knowledge of bubble root, wondering how she came across such knowledge, but weaponising plants to suit her purpose? That was best not to be told yet, let alone by a nature dragon whose aim was...

The nature dragon paled upon hearing that the mountain dragon before her was the guard she was supposed to wait on. Wasn't this the runaway from before? It must have been. As further evidence, the guards from last night informed her that the runaway was in fact a guard. Quiet resounded after...

Rivetta's mirth only grew when she was pushed away, whiskers fluttering as she leapt from her makeshift podium and dragged it aside. "Well, money is tight, true, in this economy. You'll have to talk with the owner. And oh, I'm not the only one here," she corrected. "She's--ah! it seems you...

"Ah! Careful! Careful!" piped a small ruby-red dragon from nearby, rushing up with a nearby stepstool and, having clambered up it in record speed, steadied the swaying hanging plant. Closing her eyes briefly with a sigh of relief, she looked over at Glacier, eyes leveled with hers and face...